I have recently started watching it again and am reminded of the dark nihilism, self-destruction, and energetic music of the 1970s punk scene, as well as the sadness of living with a heroin addiction.
But the clothes! The fishnets, the leather, the piercings! Yes, I am trivializing a tragic story by admiring the fashion.
In college in the mid-80s, I lived a block or so away from a punk house in West Philadelphia and I always loved seeing the residents on the street in full attire.